My new poem. Not very good.
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I'm hiding in the backroom,
Of your divorced parent's house.
I can almost hear them screaming,
And I can almost feel what you felt.
But only almost,
And you say almost doesn't count.
I can feel your lips on mine,
Hallucination or wonderful dream.
You said I had beautiful eyes,
That matched my beautiful mind.
And you laughed,
And I blushed at the mere sound.
Your blaring music is deafening,
The sound of old rock.
I'm begging for you to turn it down,
So you don't wake the neighbors up.
But it's only a memory,
That means everything to me.
I can feel your gaze on me,
And you don't even try to hide it.
And I'm thinking to myself,
It would kill me if you did.
Like a loaded gun,
Two bullets and bang bang I'm dead.
I'm reliving all of the moments,
You took my breath away.
And I'm looking back and wondering,
As to how I have any breath left.
And why living for you,
Is such a big mistake.

I can relate. Great job

wow that was amazing. i love your poetry a lot.